"Cease to look that way. Speak of the Baron of Taverney. He is too poor to give you any amusements?"
"None."
"You are dying of tedium here; for you have ambition?"
"No."
"Love for your father?"
"Yes; though I bear him a grudge for squandering my mother's fortune so that poor Redcastle pines in the garrison and cannot wear our name handsomely."
"Who is Redcastle?"
"My brother Philip is called the Knight of Redcastle from a property of the eldest son, and will wear it till father's death entitles him to be 'Taverney.'"
"Do you love your brother?"
"Dearly, above all else; because he has a noble heart, and would give his life for me."